Krewe du Vieux

So I had my arm twisted and was peer pressured by Nola decided to go to the first parade of the season: Krewe du Vieux. A new experience for me; I’ve heard a lot about this raunchy display of sarcasm in the past, and was curious enough to procrastinate my assignments and head down to the Quarter. I’m lucky to have a sister who lives down there, on Royal near Gov. Nichols. Although recovering from a cold, she said it was o.k. for Nola, CS and me to come down and have use of her facilities (bathroom and to get out of the cold). Her neighbors were having a get together and extended their hospitality to us by way of snacks, beer and conversation, along with another warm place to stay in until the parade arrived.

Nola has pretty much laid out the krewe’s story and the theme of last night’s parade, so I’m just going to add a few more pics. It’s probably going to be my last parade until Mardi Gras weekend; I’ll make up for it in the upcoming weeks by posting some pictures of carnival past.

And of course, the Leg Lamp at Flanagan’s. I knew I was deserving of a Major Award.